Aging
by The Poetess (SRP)

I stood in the lines
Where every body goes
To fix the aging form
Of skin, hair or nose.
But strong as stone, I stood
As I studied my reflection,
And found these words I felt,
In my body's deep rejection,
“Each crevice built for tears-
These wrinkles on my face,
Are proof of precious years
That NOTHING can erase.
In the gray of my fine hair,
I sometimes see a glow.
Please handle it with care
And let this magic show.
The sparkle in my eyes
Grows brighter every day.
Please don't cover it up.
Don't take that away.
Every blemish, bump or sag,
In the eyes of the weak,
May make me a hag.
But HEAR these words I speak…
I want to remain human,
The Truest kind of all.
Don't stretch, tweak or fix me.
I don’t want to be a doll.
I may not fit in,
Because of how I feel.
But I don't want to change.
So, let me just be REAL.” 

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